le rêve

I had a dream the other night and some weird part of me thinks its about racism. I don’t want to write the whole dream down because it didn’t makes sense to me, but I remember being closed off in an office, it this little corner office with two women, one with blonde hair , one with brown and they were both white. They were in a heated discussion and all I remember seeing is the woman with brown hairs hyes growing brown like someone dropped a piece of melted chocolate into some oily substance and the brown grew and grew and washed over the other colors of the eye and vessels emerged and then it was sucked back into the pupil and all was normal. But everytime she was angry the pupil would burst forth with the brown inky iris and it would ripple out like a magicians fabric and spread past her eyes onto the creases of her sockets and then would be sucked back up in a matter of seconds and we all knew that she was hiding something. Another image I remember is talking to this girl who was not a woman yet, not by age standards, but just by looking at her and the smallness of her eyes. She was a receptionist of some sort and was sitting behind a desk like I had in fifth grade with the hold underneath to put pencil pouches in. she was the color of a velveteen rabbit that’s been slightly loved and she had only one tuft of hair on her head that was coarse and waved to her right in one single bend. I kept talking to her and asking how to get out of this place, what it was about and that everything was ok and that she could escape if she wanted to and every now and then this purple sparkely eyeshadow would start at her tearducts and bend outwards over her eye and they would grow large and then retract like something was pulsing inside and needed to be birthed, I kept getting closer to her and bending down and telling her it was ok, she needed to explain, give me some answer to why we were here and what was going on and her eyes would grow so lovely and plum like and spread out and then retract. And her hair, her hair began to grow out fro its frizzy tuft and spiral out like some sort of waving sea anemone and then it would shrink back down. Her purple eyeshadow kept spreading out and her hair kept morphing until she became something that resembled a bulb of some sort, something that was blooming or had bloomed or was holding something that was about to be born. It was very light green and was almost like the very core of lettuce when you get down to the last leaf closest to the fore and she sat still, with no eyes or human features, just small photosynthetic veins reaching out to the rippled ends and there was no mouth, no words to answer my question. Only a post it note stuck on to her head of a lettuce leaf/ flower that said something along the lines of go to this site called le blage and read the blog and there you will find the answers. It would’ve been right above her left ear. And it was bittersweet and I didn’t know what had happened, whether she had died or somehow was just being born and freed and escaped, but i took the note and left.

**(I looked up le blage online and the closest thing I found was le blague which means: the joke/the hoax/ the fib)



oh subconscious how i will never understand you